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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
| Scots' musician, songwriter, & balladeer. |
| Hazel Whyte |
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| Irish' Music |
| Boolavogue |
| It was once said to me, and has been voiced by many - that the only difference between the Scots and the Irish is that the Scots stopped fighting. My response to my Irish friends is that we stopped fighting for good reason. After putting OUR king on THEIR throne, WE thought WE had won ! Sadly the Scots have now spent four centuries wondering what happened ?? Perhaps NOW is the time to peacefully right the wrongs of the past. |
| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me. By Oppression's woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us Do - or Die!!! Choose your destiny. |
At Boolavogue as the sun was setting, O`er the bright may meadows of Shelmalier, A rebel hand set the heather blazing, and brought the neighbours from far and near; Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormack Spurred up the rock with a warning cry: "Arm! Arm!" he cried, "For I`ve come to lead you, for Ireland`s freedom we`ll fight or die!" He lead us on against the coming soldiers, And the cowardly Yeomen we put to flight, `Twas at the Harrow the boys of Wexford Showed Bookey`s regiment how men could fight; Look out for hirelings, King George of England, Search every kingdom where breathes a slave, For Father Murphy of County Wexford, Sweeps o`er the land like a mighty wave. We took Camolin and Enniscorthy, And Wexford storming drove out our foes, `Twas at Slieve Coilte our pikes were reeking With the crimson blood of the beaten Yeos. At Tubberneering and Ballyellis, Full many a Hessian lay in his gore, Ah! Father Murphy had aid come over, The Green Flag floated from shore to shore! At Vinegar Hill, O`er the pleasant Slaney, Our heroes vainly stood back to back, and the Yeos at Tullow took Father Murphy, and burnt his body upon a rack. God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy, And open Heaven to all your men, the cause that called you may call tomorrow, in another fight for the Green again. |